Red House on the River

I have many photographs of this red house, interested as I am in the river itself, but also the architectural aspects of old homes such as this. Who lives there, I wonder? What an incredible view they have.  Ric and I have often dreamed of living at the water’s edge – an ocean, or great lake – […]

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By Land, Train, or Water

Actually, the trestle is now a walking path, but that fact ruined my title…For Cee’s Which Way Challenge: black and white

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Muskrat

Went to the river to clear my mind. It’s been a rough couple of weeks helping Ukrainians. Some, feeling they can’t make it in Canada, or missing family too much, have gone home. Worse than that, we uncovered human trafficking. One employment trafficking, and another procuring young women for the sex trade. I have felt […]

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A Dog Knows

A trip to the river never fails to surprise –this dog with life-jacket caught my eyes. Ready, he was, to set off downstream,happily dependent on his human team. (Lens-Artists have left their weekly challenge open – the perfect chance to share this sweet photo story with you.)

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Morning Dose of Greens

The early morning sun rouses me from sleep. It’s just after six. I contemplate turning over and then remember that rain is called for later. I get up. Still practising intermittent fasting, I won’t eat anything till 9:00, so I decide to slip on my clothes and drive through the neighbourhood, ending up by the […]

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No Stopping the River

The first rule in interpreting dream messages, is to recognize that the meaning of a symbol varies with personal experience.  This is why dream dictionaries are ineffective.  This week’s responses to the river prompt clearly demonstrate this principle. For me, I have always envisioned the collective unconscious as a river whose flow encompasses all – past, […]

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Contemplating the River

You can’t push the river, a teacher once told me. So true. I’ve had a lifetime of trying to outrun the river, and consequently, the shattered pieces  of my efforts litter life’s banks. With illness, I have come to appreciate that it is not about flowing with the river, or keeping up, but being open.  The […]

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V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #20: River

Everyday, in the aftershock of losing a seventeen year marriage, I sought out the river.  I would say a prayer, then walk off the grief and strife, until I came to a bench, where I’d sit and contemplate the message of the flowing water.  “Finding my inner peace”, is what my son called it. A […]

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